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S.O.S, Wass gang
Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip
He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get hectic
Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz'
Pop a perc I might take a trip
He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up
It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema
Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut
Yeah my n***as in the field, no down set
Hunnid plus I ran it up
Real rap can't make this up
It's that real life sh*t man I couldn't make it up
Crodie caught him while he sleepin'
Friends couldn't wake him up
We really on n***as blocks
And n***as birds thеy gon' duck
You don't wanna see my lil' crodie Burna in the cut
'Cause hе gon' slide like a puck
Bang it right and hit him up
Big body no truck we slide again like twenty-one
Ballin' like twenty-three give my last to crodies
Glizzy got a fifty it's just called a thirty
Lame n***as wanna bang these n***as learnin'
Like when the stove top hot leave it burnin'
Headshot, yo' face open like curtain
These n***as don't want no smoke they allergic
gettin' cancer fool
Fifth roarin' like a lion bullets prance at you
Every n***a in the cut up a pack or two
b*t*h, we'll pack a two
Neck like a strip club diamonds, yeah they dance wit' you
Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip
He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get hectic
Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz'
Pop a perc I might take a trip
He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up
It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema
Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut
Yeah my n***as in the field, no down set
Hunnid plus I ran it up
Real rap can't make this up
It's that real life sh*t man I couldn't make it up
Crodie caught him while he sleepin'
Friends couldn't wake him up
We really on n***as blocks
And n***as birds thеy gon' duck
You don't wanna see my lil' crodie Burna in the cut
'Cause hе gon' slide like a puck
Bang it right and hit him up
Big body no truck we slide again like twenty-one
Ballin' like twenty-three give my last to crodies
Glizzy got a fifty it's just called a thirty
Lame n***as wanna bang these n***as learnin'
Like when the stove top hot leave it burnin'
Headshot, yo' face open like curtain
These n***as don't want no smoke they allergic
gettin' cancer fool
Fifth roarin' like a lion bullets prance at you
Every n***a in the cut up a pack or two
b*t*h, we'll pack a two
Neck like a strip club diamonds, yeah they dance wit' you
